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Oct 2013
A empty place
I stand barefoot
Using my hands as a map
This earth will make me free
Limbs scratch my legs
Yet I move on
I surrender myself to this place
Take all I have
It's not enough
I know
Words  pound down like rain
Humanity is not free
I missed all those years
When I sold my soul
I embark on this journey
Trying to see the way
Flawless Contradictions
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Flawless Contradictions  45/F/Michigan
(45/F/Michigan)   
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